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Revenge On Eleanor Calder (Coming back this Winter)

Chapter 92

Louis' P.O.V


I clear my throat standing tall above the medium size crowd below. My eyes focus on my four sisters who stand near the front of the podium where I stand. Their are look down at their shiny black dress shoes probably wondering what it is I must have to say. Everything seems so calm, and gentle that it doesn't even seem to be real.

"Thank you all for being here," I manage to open my speech with an extremely weak smile, "I know the death of Eleanor has been hard for everyone who stands on these grounds today. Weather you were a friend, family member, co-worker, or more. But we all at some time had something to do with her life at one point. Her life which was cut short by a total coward. " I jokingly add receiving some faint smiles.

There you go Lou, you can do it. I inhale deeply before continuing, "I know that deep in my heart that Eleanor would not want us to cry. She wouldn't. She would want us to say our meaningful goodbyes and live life as though it were fine. Which I will know for me personally will not happen. Anyways I would just like to say really is," I pause looking through the crowd.

My eyes circle around my mother, sisters, step father, Johanna, Hannah, Zayn, Niall, Harry, Sophia, Liam, Alison, Max, Eleanor's other friends, my friends as well. They all seem to be in tears. But I stop finding my sight to set on the Calders. Weeping in the corner of the mob in the front. Mrs. Calder is faced to her ex-husband hugging him deeply as Mr.Calder's eyes are closed, but some how manage to open them and look straight at me.

I swallow hard feeling heavily ashamed at my actions I had before Eleanor's death. On how she was in danger yet nothing seemed to alarm me.

"I would really like to say is, thank you Mrs. and Mr. Calder for raising Eleanor to be such an amazing woman. She had done so well for others and me. . .Eleanor loved me, she was there for me, she cared for me even when I didn't need to be cared for. She put me before herself. She was truthful in our relationship. She was a survivor of her past," I sigh before continuing, "She was everything an angel is to be." I stop for a minute fiddling with her engagement ring in my pocket.

"I love her so much that I had wanted to marry her. To be almost everything she wanted me to be as a person and a lover. But now I feel as though I am no use anymore since she is gone. But I still have my siblings who look up to me, some fans, and even Eleanor herself looking down at me who I am sure of that would love for me to make a use of myself. I hope you move past this terrible loss and find yourself smiling once again as I may never truly smile, laugh, or arise from this terrible grief. I really wish I were the one to die and not Eleanor, because I uh. . .I love her. I really do love, and I will continue on to love her as much as I have the day I met her. And I hope you do too." I inhale once more feeling a lot better, "Thank you." I finish my speech with a small nod hearing the many rushed claps of our guests as I make my way down the stairs and towards Daisy.

That was much harder than I had expected, but at least I did not cry. At least I did not cry. I look up to see Hannah, and Alison shuffle up the short stairs and stand at the podium sorting their cards. I look around hearing a little commotion behind me to see Chloe standing beside her mother. It's about time that bitch has arrived, she fucking late. Turning my attention back to the girls on stage who seem to be in confusion I chuckle silently shaking my head at their blank faces as the sort their cards over and over again. Standing tall with my chin up I look in the distance where she is. Not too far, but far enough to be far. She's there. . .lying dead in the clean, shinny, black coffin undisturbed. All of a sudden I feel a warm, sweaty palm against mine forcing its way into my hand which rests at my side. Looking down I see Daisy priding her small fist into mine looking up at me with red eyes, and tears drowned on her porcelain like face. She looks like a doll. . .a doll that's broken on the inside which kills me. She's so young to understand all of this yet her feelings tugs at my heart like the ropes of love that Eleanor had for me once upon a time. I give her a smile well more like a line of my lips holding onto her hand tightly. As though she were about to disappear as well.


Niall's P.O.V

I look around awkwardly and holy shit people shedding tears while I'm just standing here looking like a cold hearted coward. I mean don't judge me, but I am sad. And my man Louis over there is sad as well, but he's holding up strong. Eleanor made him happy, and she was a really nice, funny, and sweet girl. I've met her many times, and of course we chatted and became friends. She had a very nice smile as well. . .just thinking about her never coming back makes chills run down me back. Goosebumps rise on my skin thinking of how different Louis will be now. Will he be a sappy finger? Or a wallflower for the band who everyone forgets? Maybe he'll be a daydreamer who barely pays attention. I don't know what this horrendous grief will do to my friend, but I know for a fact that he won't just get over it. And I'm scared.

I cough faintly getting some looks from the people surrounding me. Harry stares at me and I stiffly pull down my dress shirt inside me suite.

"I apologize for the delay everyone," Hannah announces with a weary smile.

Her plump body stands next to Alison's thin figure on stage ready to give another touch-ful speech. Speaking of speeches the guys and I are supposed to make a tribute speech which I am nervous for because, well. . .we didn't really practice. Harry was in the room the entire time back at the hotel, Zayn was constantly in the kitchen taking shots of hard liquor, and Liam went back and forth between praying, and reading magazines about male models. That left me on the phone with my mother explaining to her where the funeral is to take place. Later I found myself watching replays of derby matches beside Liam who kept himself busy.

Me mom is standing beside the other moms up ahead by a few rows from where I stand actually. I look around zoned out of whatever Alison and Hannah are to say looking at Zayn. He looks a bit uneasy, and is holding firmly onto the stiff tree next to him. Almost looks like he is giving the tree a side hug. His eyes are squinted and focused at the girls on the stage, but sometimes he seemed to look back and forth between the stage and Louis up front by his family.

I fix my attention back to the stage out of boredom turning my ears "on".

"Eleanor was such a good friend. She and I bonded from the minute we met. . .we became true friends. I myself can not accept the fact that she is no longer here. I may wake up tomorrow and shout for her to turn on the air conditioner before sinking in that she is no longer here," Hannah explains with tears rolling down her cheeks.

I bite my bottom lip feeling sympathy not for us who stand here today. But for Eleanor. She was the one to suffer under a cruel person who actually hated her. She was the one who took a beating. Eleanor was the one who cried for help yet no one could hear her! Eleanor was the one who was tricked, and played the last few days of her life. She was also once the reason we all smiled. Yet Eleanor was the one who was murdered.

Sometimes I sit and wonder what would I do if that ever happened to me. If my princess were to disappear one afternoon while I were on tour. I would kill myself looking for her. Is all I can say. But if I were late. . .if there were no chance for me to beat the devil, I would kill myself. Looking at Louis who has yet not shed a tear gives me curiosity at his reaction of today.

"S-she was no friend. She was a sister. .and she didn't deserve to die. She really did not, she had her life set as you all know. And she was really someone who everyone needed in their life. You know. . .that one person to make you laugh when needed, to comfort you when you shut yourself down." Alison says fluently and takes a breath, "Eleanor was such an angel to prevent sorrow on our lives. On my life personally. I wish I could back, and not go to that stupid fashion lounge, I wish I would have stayed with her instead of going to off to the restroom to wash off that stain on my dress. I mean to say that I am sorry for our loss of Eleanor, and that may not be able to ever say goodbye. But today is the day that we must say say our goodbyes, and baby girl. . ." Alison looks down with her face soaked like a towel and red as my ass, "Eleanor wherever you are I hope you find your way to peace, thank you." Alison finishes.

Small claps are made and I clap slowly as well watching at the corner of my eye Zayn snapping, and Liam clapping loudly whilst looking down. Hannah makes her way to the microphone ready to finish the speech off.

"As Alison said before, she really did change our lives. Eleanor was such a strong person and she did not deserve to leave the world as she did. She had so much to live for, and do. And Lord I am so thankful for having her in my life. I know you all are as well, but she was more than a friend. She was really a sister to me. We were so close. . .closer than you can imagine. We told each other everything and if I could go back to that evening I would. . ." She pauses looking at the crowd before continuing, "I remember how beautiful she looked when I last saw her. Smiling, happy, and more than delighted to experience one of her many interests. I wish I could go back and tell how much she helped me in my life. . .how a blessing she really was. Thank you Eleanor, thank you all," Hannah finishes off.

I clap once again watching as Alison walks in front of her and off the podium leaving Hannah on stage. Will this bitch ever quit talking?

"I would also just like to speak a few kind words to killer if he or she is around. Now I may be no strong person person to physically hurt someone as devious as you may be. But look what you've done. . ." She starts tearing up as she speaks, "Look what you've done. Are you happy with your progress? May I ask, because I have never heard of such a cold, hearted, sick-minded creep as you my friend." Looking over I see Hannah's slim eyes focused on the crowd. I would say she is looking directly at Harry, but I am be wrong. "You are sick. And I hope you burn in the ashes of hell within the gates of the devil which burns within your filthy, sick-twisted , so-called mind of your's." Hannah says between her teeth.

I look around disturbed at her words. Does anyone else notice how crazy this bitch is reacting? Harry gives Hannah a stern look back confirming where she is to look. Before I know it, Hannah makes her way down the stairs leaving everyone giving what seems to be awkward claps. Sighing heavily I watch as Mr. and Mrs. Calder make their way up the stairs ready for a never-ending-day of sorrow to strike again.


Fifteen Minutes Later

Liam's P.O.V

"We are to say, goodbye Eleanor Calder. And we will find a way to allow you to live freely wherever you are. I promise, we promise. Thank you." I close the speech receiving many claps.

I sigh lightly going down the steps and awaiting for the priest to lead us to where Eleanor is to be buried. Sophia joins where the band and I stand grabbing a hold of my hand.

"You did so well," She compliments giving me a gentle kiss on my cheek.

"Thank you," I breath acknowledging on how well the boys and I did even with no game plan.

I have to say Louis looks pretty brave today after all. I remember how worried he was when we had received the news that Eleanor had gone missing. Now he seems even more lost under that face full of fragile stone. He is doing well, he really is. Before I know it the crowd starts to follow the priest walking to forward towards a nice area, a couple feet from here. In the distance I can see a very nice picture of Eleanor smiling on a stand next to a small golden podium. This is it. This is goodbye is all I can say to myself.

Small chants of the old-time song Amazing Grace are sung by the people surrounding me. I join in with the boys and so does Sophia. Before I know it everyone is singing softly to the song of memorial. Sophia squeezes my hand making me pull her close. You know, I really thought Eleanor and Louis were going to get married, I really thought they were going to be the new Brad Pitt and Angelina Jolie. No Kim Kardashian and Kanye West, no not Eleanor and Louis. Not Elounor. They were an extreme classy couple. Always drinking Starbucks, looking good. And more than that. . .they loved each other. They actually loved each other. Louis had asked me to be his best-man and I was more than delighted. They really did mean love. I even called her Mrs. Calder. But now I see how messed up the world can be, how plans can change and make a sudden change. My eyes are squinted looking at my black, shinny dress shoes walking against the green grass below.

How is Louis holding up now?

I look around for my band member not spying him in the crowd. I somehow manage to look behind me since I am in the back of the walking mass looking back at where the small stage was, where I once stood explaining my generous thoughts on Eleanor.

There he stood, a little ways back from the stage crouched down in a squatting position next to her. Next to Eleanor, his love. I swallow hard watching Louis look at us walk away with a blank expression. He looks so cold, so drained, so tired, and more than wanting love. I halt falling back and Sophia looks at me with confusion.

Louis turns his head back at the coffin beside him caressing the coffin oh-so-gently as he once did to Eleanor.


Notes

I apologize for the thirteen day wait of an update. I am back! And I will update tomorrow as well. . .well should I update? Comment if you want me to update & comment what you think! Do you like Niall & Liam's point of view? Who killed Eleanor?? Did you miss this story?

I feel bad for Louis. :(

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Comments

@Sameria
Yea

@Bipolar
Really!? Aw ilsym :) Thank you!

OK ok look

I personally think that instead of publishing that piece of shit 'after' they should publish this (maybe with different characters)

Next chapter more drama? Wow. This chapter was drama filled. I can't imagine what's next.